She rested her chin on her wrist, watching him explain, and her eyebrows went high as he continued to list of the weird things his group was apparently in charge of. "There's an... alien? And it's a gal?" Gotham didn't sound so different from the old Gotham she knew, they did somber and grim like no one's business. Rough place. And an impervious man? How did that happen, she wondered. And if that kind of trouble was out there, what was she supposed to do about it?
Laughing at him, she shook her head in amusement. "Well, I've never been good at keeping my head down and staying out of trouble, have I? Let's see if I can be an agent, or should be just put to pasture." She smiled and toasted before taking a drink. "So what about you? How'd get to being part of an occult and supernatural policing gig? Or is this one of the futures where people are designed and tailored for their jobs." She gave him a quick look-over, then grinned.